chori chori woohoooo!

mas showed this to me and its beautiful. thought i'd share (:

when you lose something important you see traces of it everywhere - in pictures, abscesses and spaces that it used to belong to. your body still retains its shape and colour, its shifting mess. you conjure its image over and over again and expect it to appear when you turn around and open your eyes.. but it doesnt. where in between the bustling and shuffling of cards along a straight line did you lose the one thing that contained an old hundred dollar bill, some loose change, a polaroid of your best friend, countless proofs of mundane transactions, bank receipts, a letter, your only form of identification.............

how to write a personal statement? headache!

Made in Your likeness, made with Your hands.
Made to discover who You are and who I am.
All I’ve forgotten, help me to find.
All that You’ve promised, let it be in my life.

cable car vision

Help. I need somebody.
Help. Not just anyone.
And you're the red
in her painting.
Because I think
you're the red in her painting.

I Am Sam.

don't want block leave to end...

you mean life is supposed to be like this?

i secretly hope both ntu and nus reject my applications.

people are surprised i "made it". i was surprised too. but i really don't give a shit about entering a local uni.

i just want to paint.

been spending way too much time with this...psycho. but what have i got to complain about right?

(:

things to do in bintan:

1. play psp



2. ...and being ignored, occupy yourself by taking photos.


2. go to the beach



3. write nice things on the sand



4. spoil the niceness


4. turn your bf into a tribal warrior




5. take a picture with the real tribal warrior


6. force the pseudo tribal warrior to smile properly while taking pictures


7. ....and when it fails, repeatedly take candid shots to make up for the injustice.




8. buy useless keychains (without forgetting to tip the guy for the extra work)


9. find innovative ways to dry your swimsuits


10. make use of room service


11. and the free candle


12. to have a candle light dinner



13. with a live dj


14. and a beer can opener (:


15. look happy and satisfied


16. gasp at the lousy infrequent shuttle bus service


17. make friends with the lizard (and frighten it with the camera flash)


18. spill watermelon juice on tanktop so the bf can showcase his stain-removing powers


19. and most imptly, take a mirror picture


20. yay!

"You know you're in love with somebody when you wake up next to them, comfortable despite your breath smelling like week-old water at the bottom of a vase, when you are terribly excited to see them, talk to them again, having missed them after all that sleep. You can fall out of bed into the shower and, still comfortable, burp or even fart while trying out various keys in which to sing the theme to a Peter Greenaway movie in which you both hated and have never seen."

-Elliot Perlman.

adventures

im home (:

re-re-results

in less than 24hours i will crack and fold. and then life will go on.

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it may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! away with lamentation! away with elegies and dirges! away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! let the dead eat the dead. let us living ones dance around the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. but a dance.

henry miller.

pre-results anxiety

(two years and still apt)

its funny now that boon lay is not the end of the world (or the part that i know). and that pluto's actually a moon. its like discovering that your pancreas is missing or something. like you know its there but you've never seen it. but when you realize its gone you realize its existence is dependent on tangible means and you miss it and you don't know why.

you know i have this one bit that wishes you were.......... oh never mind.

about to leave the house for brunch with ben.....

its funny when i think about a camp as 'just another camp' when to the kids, it is 'that camp'. yknw? sometimes i also wonder if i am trying to make a difference in their lives for my own sake, take pictures of them not to remember them but remember my own accomplishments.. so many kids pass by us but they only have one of us. so hard to explain..........

alright bye.

jl and i are going to elope! to bintan!

teehehe.